As Orion cautiously approached the corrupted artifact, his footsteps echoing in the massive forge, a palpable tension hung in the air. He extended his hand toward the artifact, intent on uncovering its secrets, but before he could make contact, the very ground beneath him began to tremble.
With a deafening roar and a burst of sulfurous smoke, a colossal demon materialized before him. It stood as a grotesque sentinel, towering over Orion with an aura of malevolence that filled the chamber with an oppressive weight. This demon was a nightmarish amalgamation of monstrous forms, its grotesque appearance a testament to the abyss's darkest creations.
The demon's skin was as black as pitch, covered in pulsating veins that seemed to writhe and throb with an unholy energy. Its massive, misshapen limbs were adorned with claws that dripped with a viscous, noxious substance. Its eyes burned with an eerie, crimson fire, devoid of any trace of humanity or sanity.
